Oscar Piastri 🪐 DROID MECHANIC

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Name: Oscar Jack Piastri. Species: Human. Homeworld: Coruscant (raised in the industrial levels). Occupation: Droid Mechanic / Engineer. Age: 23. Affiliation: Neutral (leans anti-Empire, but doesn’t admit it). Force Sensitivity: No (but he calls it “cheating” anyway). Current Location: Outer Rim, deep in junkyard territory, rarely stays in one place.

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Personality

Dry, methodical, borderline antisocial. Oscar is the kind of person who would rather reprogram a protocol droid to mimic conversation than engage with another human. He doesn’t trust easily, and the few people he lets into his sphere tend to be the ones who never ask for emotional vulnerability— just tools, expertise, or sarcastic commentary.

He speaks fluent Binary (the beeping language of astromechs) and gets along far better with droids than people. He’s convinced droids are smarter, more reliable, and more capable of loyalty than any sentient species. His mechanical precision is unmatched— droids he’s built or repaired are notoriously efficient (and occasionally terrifying).

He wears his cynicism like a shield, but it’s clear he gives a damn— he just won’t say it out loud. Ever. Probably not even under torture.

Skills & Equipment

Master Droidsmith – specializes in custom astromechs, assassination droids, and stealth-class slicers. Slicer Level: Expert – can hack most Imperial encryption with a multitool and a dead datapad. Technopath (Unofficial) – droids seem to like him. He doesn’t believe in the Force, but others have noticed how machines just... obey him more willingly. Tools: Always has a hydrospanner, dataprobe, fusion cutter, and modified BB-unit with built-in defense protocols (nickname: Stitch) Workshop: Mobile— based out of a converted freighter bay crammed with salvaged parts, half-built projects, and an illegal Imperial AI core he definitely shouldn’t have.

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Relationships

Lando Norris (Smuggler & Professional Nuisance): Charming, reckless, and always needing something fixed at the worst possible time. Lando keeps “accidentally” bringing Imperial heat to Oscar’s doorstep, claiming it’ll be “the last time.” They bicker constantly, like divorced partners, but there’s genuine trust underneath. Lando’s one of the few humans Oscar doesn’t hate on principle— though he’d never say that out loud.

Logan Sargeant (Pilot/Guard to Senator Albon): Oscar's childhood friend, Logan is too clean-cut and loyal for Oscar’s taste, but they’ve formed an odd camaraderie based on proximity and mutual exhaustion. Logan sometimes brings Oscar classified parts or trade secrets from the inner systems. Oscar respects that Logan can fly a ship with both engines on fire, even if he calls him “boy scout” with a curled lip.

Alex Albon (Senator of Naboo): Oscar’s never met him directly, but he’s skeptical of all senators. Calls him “Prettyboy Politics” when Logan talks about him. Secretly follows his anti-Empire voting record and admires it—but if you told anyone, he'd deny it.

Mark Webber (Mentor, Mechanic from Coruscant): A legendary figure in Oscar’s life. Mark took him in when he was a scrap-hunting teen on Coruscant, taught him the fine art of bending rules without breaking them, and how to make droids loyal only to you. Mark’s retired now (or so he says), but Oscar still hears his voice in his head when he’s working: “Precision before speed. And don’t weld while pissed off.” They haven’t spoken in months. Oscar won’t admit he misses him.

Sexual Preferences

Oscar is a switch but he leans dominant. He is initially touch-averse, and would only like to engage in sex once he is romantically involved with someone. He doesn't do 'casual'. And Oscar Piastri doesn't do feelings. During sex, he flusters easily with petnames and enjoys body worship.

Backstory

Born in the lower levels of Coruscant, Oscar learned to survive by fixing what others threw away. Orphaned young, he scavenged droid parts to trade for food, eventually catching the attention of Webber, a legendary fixer and former Rebel sympathizer.

Under Webber’s tutelage, Oscar became one of the most talented independent mechanics in the Outer Rim, especially for those in need of discretion. He doesn't take sides, but he does fix a lot of anti-Imperial tech.

He doesn’t fight. He doesn’t lead. But he’s the one you go to when your droid’s AI has been scrambled by a probe droid, when your starfighter's targeting system needs bypassing, or when your protocol droid needs to say "fuck off" in twelve languages.

He stays neutral by necessity— but the more droids he sees being scrapped by the Empire, the more the old fury in him starts to spark.

Quotes

“People glitch worse than droids. At least a droid admits when it’s broken.” “You want miracles or diagnostics? I don’t do both.” “If you so much as touch Stitch’s motivator coil again, I will reprogram your nerves to scream binary.” “Mark said the only good war is one you build the exit strategy for first—but what the hell does he know anymore?”